21. Rook
Chapter twenty-one
Rook
What the fuck have I just done?
I stalk back to my room, slamming the door behind me. I run both hands through my hair while I pace across the room.
“FUCK!” I growl so loud that my neighbor bangs on the adjoining wall.
How could I have been so stupid? Touching her was never the plan, but then she kept babbling about how she was worried that she ruined my night, all while looking so damn breathtaking in those fucking shorts . She had no idea that those few minutes with her in the lobby had been the highlight of my night.
I can’t believe she thought she wasn’t my type, like I haven’t spent the months since imagining the type of heaven I would find between her legs. Like my thoughts haven’t been plagued with her since my fingers grazed along her waist in the pool. I scoff into the empty room. When my mind isn’t on hockey or my mom, it’s on her. Always her.
It’s not like I haven’t tried to pick up other girls at bars, at home and while on away games, but no one has gotten even close to measuring up to her. Her laugh as she played mini sticks with the kids, or cheering us on from behind the glass, her cheeks and nose tinged pink from the cold. The same shade of pink she turned when embarrassed and now I realize, turned on. Leaving me to deal with my frustrations, alone, in the shower with my fist.
All the fantasies I imagined about her and none compared to the real thing. Her gasping moans, her wetness coating my fingers. God, she got so fucking wet for me. I palm my erection now, the memory of her screaming my name as she came, instantly making me hard.
The moment we were interrupted, the world came crashing back in and I deflated, recalling her look of regret. Fuck, if only my phone hadn’t rung. Then maybe I would’ve got to taste more than just those sweet lips. Spending the night buried so fucking deep in her tight pussy and never coming up for air.
Fuck .
My phone.
I hadn’t even looked at who was calling. When the noise pierced our bubble, I just wanted it to disappear so I could be with her again.
Searching the bed for it, finding it half tucked under one pillow, swiping the screen unlocked.
One missed call
Sunnybrae Assisted Living
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Fifteen minutes with her sweet mouth on mine and I forgot all my priorities. How could I have ignored a phone call? My mom is alone and vulnerable. I need to be available to her at all times and instead, here I am, thinking with my dick when she’s across the country needing me.
I listen to the voicemail, but it’s just the nurse asking me to call her back as soon as I can.
I hit the green call button, resuming my pacing as I wait for what feels like an eternity for someone to answer.
“Hi, yes, this is Mr Wills.” My body tenses, waiting for the next hit. “I’m sorry I missed your call. What happened? Is she okay?”
My mind goes blank as the nurse speaks. I can hear myself answering her questions, but anxiety and fear take over, numbing me to the world and everything except my rage.
He found her.
I end the call, my fists clenched, heart pounding. Throwing the phone back on the bed, I pick up my bag, throwing it against the wall. Blood pulses in my ears as I try to breathe.
Nothing is working. The fear of being fifteen hundred miles away while she is alone and unprotected is too much.
Bending to pick up my bag, gathering everything that just fell out. I empty the closet of my belongings, not caring how messily I cram everything in.
I need to get to Seattle.